Chapter 339 Rules and Violence

After a brief silence, Smith asked, “How do I contact you once everything’s over?”

Luke took out a card and flicked it toward Smith.

Smith caught it easily. “What do you want, exactly?”

Tilting his head, Luke thought for a moment. “Maybe, just an answer?”

As he spoke, he opened the door. “One last question: Why are you protecting this baby?”

Smith said, “No women, no kids. Those are the rules.”

Hearing that, Luke nodded at Smith in the dark corner, and stepped out of the room.

Smith frowned and listened to the footsteps fade away. A moment later, when Miss Donna returned, he asked, “Quintano, are they gone?”

Donna Quintano was the woman with even more magnificent breasts than Selina. She said in confusion, “Yes, I watched them leave.”

Smith sighed heavily with relief. He put the card in his pocket and memorized the address he had been given, before he grabbed the wad of cash that was on the bed.

Donna’s eyes bulged. “Where did you get that?”

After a brief silence, Smith said, “A commission.” He then put the cash into his pocket.

“Now, five thousand bucks for taking care of him for a day. Deal?” He held up the baby and looked at Donna.

Donna bit her lip and didn’t say anything.

On the other side, Luke turned to look back at the building after he and Selina left, and curled his lip. “We’ve been running into a lot of rich people lately!”

They went home instead of returning to the police department.

After Selina took a shower, she found Luke bustling around in the kitchen. She hesitated for a moment, before she asked, “Is there anything you need to tell me?”.

Luke asked, “About that call?”

Selina didn’t say anything.

Luke continued chopping vegetables swiftly but not carelessly.

He was precise and efficient. Nothing could be heard except the rustle of vegetables being cut.

“Dustin called to tell me that someone from HQ is taking over the Elsworth Park case,” Luke said calmly.

Selina was surprised. “Is Dustin…”

Luke paused for a moment, before he continued, “I thought about it. It’s probably unrelated to him. He’s not a captain yet, and he was probably only relaying the order of some big shot.”

That was a huge relief to Selina.

Dustin and Elsa were really good bosses whom she liked, especially compared with petty Brock.

“You…” Selina abruptly stopped, then changed the topic. “When will dinner be ready?”

Luke chuckled. “In twenty minutes at most. You can watch TV for a while.”

Selina nodded and returned to the living room. She turned on the TV. “…Henry Elsworth has recently proposed a new motion in favor of gun control to make school campuses peaceful once more…”

Stunned for a moment, Selina turned down the volume and watched the broadcast for a few more minutes before she picked up her phone and made a call. “Sonia, how’s the investigation on Lucas Barton coming along?”

After dinner, Luke told Selina to train on her own as he went to the garage.

Looking at his back, Selina curled her lip as she took care of the dishes.

To save time, they now had a modified dishwasher. All Selina needed to do was put the dishes inside, and once they were sparkling clean, take them out and put them away in the cupboard.

Half an hour later, Luke stopped a black Ford SUV outside a rundown apartment building.

He lay down comfortably in the driver’s seat and watched a video recording on his tablet.

Another tablet that had been placed on the middle console had an image of the apartment building on it.

After going through the footage that he had just received, Luke sneered. “These people are really well-informed. They found the therapy clinic so quickly.”

Murmuring to himself, he checked the surveillance feed on the middle console.

The apartment building on the screen had already been abandoned, but there were lights in a few windows on the fifth floor.

At that moment, there were five men in black outside the main entrance. One was trying to open the door while his companions looked on.

Luke’s sound collector caught their conversation loud and clear.

“There are so many abandoned apartment buildings in this city. Why do you think he’s here, boss? Another lucky guess?”

“No, he doesn’t guess. He can sense things we can’t see. He used to be a behavioral analyst with the FBI.”

The man who was opening the door turned back with a resigned expression on his face. “I was a behavioral consultant, as I’ve told you countless times. Can you stop giving me new titles? Details! The details matter!”

While talking, he exerted strength, and the door opened. He was about to walk in, when his underlings stopped him. “Don’t you think you should stay at the back, boss?”

The boss, who was wearing glasses and had a thick beard, grinned. “The leader who stays in the back can only eat leftovers.”

As he spoke, he walked in first.

Luke raised an eyebrow.

This guy was quite interesting!

Luke sat up, but wasn’t in a hurry to get out of the car. Instead, he merely adjusted the voice collector.

“… Violence is the most interesting thing in the world that’s worth watching.” The man’s voice was full of expectation.

Luke sneered. That was only true when you weren’t the victim of that violence.

“Get me at least fifty men. Our Mr. Smith is an expert marksman; he won multiple quick shooting championships in the UK when he was just 16.” The man gave the order in a low voice.

 Luke realized why Mr. Smith had left such a unique impression on him.

In some sense, the man and Luke walked similar paths.

Precise, efficient, cold and steady – no wonder Mr. Smith’s expression had been so composed when he said that he had killed more than twenty shooters.

He was a natural assassin.

Interestingly, while Mr. Smith was supposed to be a heartless man who would do anything for money, he was trying to protect that little baby. Luke shook his head in amusement and pulled the hood of his shirt over his head before he got out.

“Do you know what I hate most in a movie?” the bearded man asked the group of people who quietly entered the lobby of the apartment building.

The shooters all looked at each other in bewilderment.

“I hate it when the director always lets the good guy who plays the hero go.” The bearded man’s smile was gone. “So, don’t let it happen to you; no one takes my money for nothing.”